I don’t believe in God anymore, if I ever did, but out loud I say a kind of prayer. Just keep him safe. Don’t let anyone hurt him. And while you’re at it, look after Libby and old Jonny Rumsford too. And my mom. And Marcus. And even Dad. I don’t add myself to the list because that feels selfish. But maybe I think it, just for a minute. And me, I guess, even if I don’t deserve it. Maybe look out for me too.
